trAuthors note: Eyes are a bitch. I'm glad I have one and one-half working ones but still. I decided to release this chapter a day or two later because I need the attention (I need my fix man), I hoped putting them both on at different times would shuffle it to the top of the list of newest fics, so more people would see them. People who could then review them and give me feed back. About that idea for a fic, I promised I would make one without people so I won't do that one next. Unless I do, then screw the rules, I'm the writer here! Oh, and every time I type light, my damn Openoffice keeps trying to make me type 'lighter-than-her-mane-though-still-incredibly-pink', and it won't fucking stop!

Edit: holy hell I just looked back at the first and second chapters and they are trash, what the hell was I thinking? I mean damn it was bad, and I kept screwing up the dialogue grammar, Jesus I was screwing up. I fixed it a bit if you want to go back and stop seeing periods where they shouldn't be.

We were on our way to Canterlot. Two flying golden carriages were being dragged through the sky, both being pulled by two male Pegasus ponies in golden barding each, totaling four. They did not acknowledge anything I said (or would say according to Celestia. They follow her orders to the letter, including orders to ignore me). Celestia, Wanderlust, and I were all in one carriage, with Ditzy, Carrot Top, and Twilight in the other. The carriages swished through the air nigh silently, leaving plenty of time to kill, roughly an hour, with conversation. We left at around one in the morning leaving me tired, Celestia unwilling to listen to my snarky bullshit, and Wanderlust bored with both of us and our near nodding off (for a powerful goddess she needed her beauty sleep I suppose).

Our gliding through the air was not interrupted. The hour and a half flight came to a halt as we landed, and Wanderlust shoved me out of the chariot waking me up. I dragged myself out of the dirt only see Celestia still sleeping in the carriage looking very un-goddess like. It would have been cute if I wasn't aware of the fact she could probably throw me a few miles away with just one burst of magic. One of the Pegasus ponies loudly cleared his throat to get her moving, causing her finally get up. I took in our surroundings as Celestia was giving orders to the Pegasus ponies causing two of them to take flight off out of the palace grounds.

The palace courtyard was well groomed, regularly spaced lanterns that gave off no flames (magic) were granting enough light to navigate by. Paths of cobblestone wove between the small trees with spread out canopies and bushes, all flowing with flower patches. Wooden benches, each looking hand crafted and completely untarnished by weather, sat under many of the lanterns.

Celestia motioned for one of the Pegasus ponies to come with us and told the other to escort Twilight, Carrot, and Ditzy to be taken to guest quarters. We gave our goodnights, wished sweet dreams, and they separated from us, heading towards the main keep of the palace, a large building of white stone covered in balconies with gold railing, large windows overlooking the city, and beautiful decorations and statues. It looked like a bit much to be honest, whether or not its size and beauty were awe inspiring and jaw dropping.

Celestia looked like she expected something. I was in awe and was talking in barely more than a whisper, "How much gold was put into this city? How... how much work in this craftsmanship? It's magnificent..."

Wanderlust was in just as much awe, "...how brightly does that thing shine in light? Some say all that glitters is gold but this... this is something else."

I of course tried to look as unimpressed as possible quickly and looked right at Celestia. "Seems a bit showy to me, princess or not."

Celestia just yawned and looked away from us, walking towards the palace gates, as she walked away she spoke, "I know you had to get that off your horn Radner. I think I got enough of your ridiculousness for one day. See you in the morning..." she stopped and just loud enough for us to hear her said, "or afternoon after this long night." One of the Pegasus guards escorted her away, the last staying by my and Wanderlust's side.

The Pegasus gestured to me and the strange earth pony that is Wander, "You two, come with me and I will take you to your quarters. Any questions?"

I spoke up, "Yeah, do we have a bathroom and a bed for each of us? As much as I like my new mutual acquaintance here I ain't sleepin with him."

Wanderlust gave me a cross look, "What, did our relationship fall apart already? Ya know what? We should renew our vows." The Pegasus looked very uncomfortable even as he tried to cover it up.

"Before we start talking about vows let's stop scaring this poor fella here and let him get on with his job."

Before Wander could say anything the Pegasus gruffly said, "This way please, the longer you dally the less time you have to sleep unless you've forgotten."

We walked to one of four larger towers, one being a college, as explained to us (it was definitely big enough), one being full of guest quarters for diplomats or important ponies staying there, one an extremely extensive library (with a chronomancy section!), and the last with storage on the lower floors and the top for prisoners of which there were apparently few. The tower we were heading to was the guest quarters and was connected with the palace and had entrances through both the palace itself and the courtyard. It was no less extravagant than the palace on the outside and no less on the inside, as we found out when we went through the large carved doors with gold inlaid in parts that was flanked by two dark coated Pegasus guards... with bat wings. I asked about it and our escort told us that they are, in fact, of Princess Luna's special guard.

"The room you will be sharing-"

I cut him off even as we ascended many steps towards upper floors, "Hey now, what did I say about separate beds?"

Wanderlust wouldn't let the guard speak either, "If we have separate beds in the same room, I'm going to push them together when you're asleep. Try not to throw me off the bed if you wake up and I'm awfully close, okay?"

"It was funny a while ago, can we cut the joke?"

"Hey, who said I was joking?!" He said it straight faced, but I knew better.

The Pegasus stopped on the staircase and glared at us, "Can you two stop flirting long enough to get to your Celestia damned room, or do I have to walk off and let you find it yourself?"

I piped up, "First of all, we are not flirting, we're just poking fun at each other," at least that's my end of the deal, "Secondly, the more you tell us not to, the more we will." I stopped a moment. "Hey pal, what's your name?"

His eyes narrowed, "Why do you want to know?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Alright, fine. My name is First Charge."

We started walking again, "Not a bad name, sounds brave."

"Hm, thanks I suppose."

We continued down a long hallway with gorgeous vases on tables lining the walls between large ornate doors. The guard stopped and we with him at a door with a number set into the wall next to it, room 409. The Pegasus stomped on the floor lightly, but precisely, causing the door to open inwards. "There's your room gentle-stallions please make yourselves at home." He lightly coughed, "but not... too at home just in case a princess walks in."

Both me and Wander glared at him, Wander spoke, "We will be as at home as we want regardless of royalty. Even if it makes them highly uncomfortable."

"Just make sure to keep your hooves and talons off each other while the Princesses are present."

I pushed Wanderlust away from me lightly, "Now look here, we aren't a couple nor will we ever be, got that?" I looked Wander in the eyes, "For that matter when did you start getting so friendly with me? Christ, I've known you for what, three hours-ish?"

Wander shook his head a bit, "Hell, you're the one who dragged me to the library from what I gathered. I think that entitles me to thanking you with a bit of friendliness."

First Charge just shook his head and sighed, "Either way this is your room, two beds and a bathroom are yours, along with the sitting room, and dining room. You can continue your lovers' quarrel inside."

I just hung my head and walked in as Wanderlust snickered behind me, knowing how damned uncomfortable he was making me, and how frustrated. I think I know how Celestia felt now.

The room we entered was the sitting room, there were two doors on the left wall, one on the right, and a balcony across from us with nothing but large windows and a glass door, gold frame and all the fancy stuff. First Charge showed us where the lights were (more magical lanterns) and how to use them. Chairs and cushions could be brought in for company, there were multiple plush couches and a call bell for anything a guest desired. The two doors on the left went to the bedroom and dining room, the door on the right led into the bathroom, which I wanted to look at.

The bathroom was massive, more like a private spa, one door leading into a sauna that could comfortably fit ten, a bathtub built into the floor with steps leading in, could fit maybe eight, a sink more like a fountain, and a three sixty degree walk-in mirror room, and a bell that would call a hoof manicurist if that was what was desired. Hell yeah. I could get used to this.

The dining room had a large circular table that could seat a dozen with space to spare, and hold enough food for a feast worthy of royalty, beautifully decorated and could be lowered or raised for company who would rather sit on cushions or chairs. A bell to call a waiter or waitress, always a unicorn, just in case you need them to levitate dishes over the large table that nothing but a unicorns magic could reach. The balcony side would let in enough natural light that the place would be downright perfect in any time of the day.

The bedroom had two beds, both of which could only be described as double king sized, the plush red carpeting and magical lighting gave the room a somber, and slightly romantic feel. Tables on both sides had smaller magical reading lamps and clocks on them, telling us the time was hitting four in the morning. I was beat and needed that sleep.

Wanderlust ran to the closet bed and threw himself on it, "I call closest to door!"

"Fine." I walked over to the bed farther along. First Charge excused himself and left, saying he was too old for this. He said he was a new recruit and barely twenty three earlier (ponies live about as long as humans, a tad longer). I would have thought it was funny if I wasn't so damn tired.

"So, Wanderlust, how are you going to go to sleep? Shit, you woke up only four or so hours ago."

He turned over in the bed to me, "Well, funny you should ask. Seizures and only three hours of unconsciousness doesn't exactly make you feel rested." Oh, right. "I figure if I can't sleep I'll just watch you sleep any who." Hubazabawuh?

I slowly climbed into my bed, staring him down while doing so. "I hope you're not serious."

"That makes two of us."

...

I woke up at something o'clock... well there were no windows in the bedroom, honestly I don't think ponies consider the bedroom a place to spend a lot of time in as far as I have seen. I was curled up with my hind legs tucked under me and my wings spread out. But something didn't feel right. My left wing was pleasantly warm and propped up a bit, probably over a pillow, after all, I kick around and squirm in my sleep. I heard a hoof step in the room.

I lifted my head. "Wanderlust, is that you, or... is that the princess?"

A regal female voice answered my question, younger sounding and less motherly than miss sunshine, "Thou art right if thine meant the Princess of the Night."

"Can you not be spooky and turn on a light Mrs. Formal? And try not to wake up Wander, I'm surprised he isn't up already."

One of the lanterns began to softly glow, bright enough that I could barely see more than a silhouette, "We are the Princess of the Night, if we do not wish to wake him, he will not wake. And if thou do not wish to move away from him we will understand. Thou must be close to each other and not just physically from what we see."

"No, we have separate beds-," I looked under left wing, and well, there he was. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." I didn't move, if he wanted to play a game of chicken, I wouldn't veer off until he started proposing marriage. I can be stubborn, Celestia may have a century of patience, but I had a little brother. They say stubbornness can take you farther than a Comanche's pony, and that expression can't fit any time better than now. "So Mooney Madam, to what do I owe the visit?"

She looked annoyed, "Is this how thou always addresses royalty?"

"You haven't spoken to Celestia about me before meeting me, have you? I'm Radner, the temporary resident griffin here."

"Our sister said nothing about thou, except that thou was, let us find the exact words she used before storming into her private quarters, 'an incorrigible annoyance that would do well to seal its beak shut until the day the sun dies', we do not know how thou had caused her such distress." She stood stiffly and at attention.

"Mrs. Formal, please, have a seat at the edge of the bed and drop the act, you don't need to be so traditional around me. I won't tell anybody if that's what you're concerned about."

"We... I mean, I am not used to being as such. Even when I had tried to get along with the public during a holiday attributed to me, I had refused to drop all of the inflection and patterns of the traditional speech of one thousand years passed." She took my advice and sat on the edge of the bed. She still didn't look relaxed at all.

"That's a little better but you're still not relaxing at all, I mean look at me, I have a wing over a guy I've known less than twelve conscious hours. We are not a couple by the way, even if it looks like that's the case. I swear."

"How can you present yourself in such a way to royalty? Do you have no shame?"

I tapped my chin with a talon thoughtfully. "Hmm, let me think about that... nah."

She started to sit less stiffly, "Why did thou get such a suite to yourselves? I saw that Twilight Sparkle's personal accommodations had been seen to, does she have anything to do with your visit?"

"Kind of, I had arrived at the same time. Did you see Ditzy Doo or Carrot Top? Those two are staying too."

"Thou are trying thine hardest to fill this castle with strays, aren't thou?"

"Now that's not a fair assumption, only one of the ponies I dragged in is a stray. Except for myself I suppose." I yawned loudly, "And I am still exhausted, what time is it?"

"Six in the morning, to our... my knowledge."

"I would press you with questions, but with only two hours of sleep, I can care less. We can talk about whatever you came in here for tomorrow, or later today, whatever."

"Of course, now this may feel strange..." I suddenly felt dizzy and passed into a deep sleep.

...

I woke up to Wanderlust burying his face in my back, in hysterics, yelling about fire or something. Now I didn't smell smoke but hey, what do I know? I bolted upright and threw myself out of the bedroom, the door shutting behind me, no fire here though. I ran into the bathroom and zoomed around it quickly, seeing nothing, so I darted into the dining room. Pleasant as could be. I open the door to our suite, as large as it was it did not weigh much, and looked around the hallway. Nothing.

I stormed into the bedroom, turning on a lamp on my way after shutting the door behind me. I was approaching a shaking lump hiding under the sheets of the bed nearest the door, "Okay Wanderlust, what the fuck were you screaming fire for?"

His tremulous voice came out from the lump on the bed, "G-g-g-great ball of f-f-fire in the sky! How couldn't you see the b-ball of f-f-fire!?" He stammered that out quickly. I started to understand, the sun was right outside the window, and we were really exposed to it, being in the side of a mountain and all...

"Oh, Wander, that old thing?" I tried to sound as casual as I could about it, "That's no big deal, come on out of there and work with me here, and I won't even be mad at you for slipping into my bed while I was asleep." I still would be but I won't yell at him as much for it.

"How can you act like it's nothing? We're going to burn up any minute!" He suddenly burst out from under the covers, tackling me to the ground, "I don't want it to end like this!" He started shaking violently.

I rolled over, pinning him to the floor, "Settle down damn you! I have seen the sun, that great big fireball in the sky everyday for a little over two decades, and I'm fine, so stop!" At this point he was squeezing me with all of his might, I could barely breath.

"You have? You really have?" He stopped squeezing quite so hard.

"Yes I have damn it, now let me go for just a second and let me explain!"

"Right, sorry." He was still breathing very hard, and looked like he was about to break down. I think I know the cause of his seizure when I first met him now, but I can't be sure.

"The sun is a celestial body, it goes round and round the world, never getting closer giving light and heat off. Is that better?"

"If that means it won't crash into us, that makes it way better."

"Yes, that means we won't get nailed in the head by the sun."

I had a question for him, "So, how light out was it when you lost consciousness and I had to drag you into a library?"

"Not as light as that, way less than that."

"Okay, so my theory," I started pacing, trying to wipe the sleep out of my head, "is that you were in Equestria during the night somehow, saw the morning, and grew panicked when you saw the sun, and freaked, maybe passed out, then later in the day, still terrified of the sun you hid until night or were just knocked out till it neared night, continued to panic not noticing surroundings, and ran into me just as the sun was really down." I paused before continuing, "But this suggests wherever you came from noon is about as bright as very early morning, which is strange, though I didn't come from the same world as this one, so that we have in common. My question, is why. Were you always a pony?"

"Yea, I was always a pony."

"Well, that rules out my world, so another world with ponies. Brightly colored, annoying, pastel colored ponies."

"Hey, I take offense to that. I am a pony you know."

"I said brightly colored didn't I? You aren't exactly bright and colorful."

"I don't feel like talking about where I came from until I need to, so how about an agreement?"

I stopped my pacing, "What kind of agreement? What terms?"

"I don't talk about my past or world, you do the same, and we only reveal things about our world, or worlds, respectively, together, regardless of who's asking. Only if the other is present will we talk to others about where we came from."

"As strange as a request it is, I'll agree. I didn't look forward to talking about Earth to Celestia or anybody, or anypony, else."

"I have one more question."

"What is that?"

"What's for breakfast?"

...

Carrot Top was curled up on a courtyard bench, it was an hour after breakfast, leaving us at eleven in the morning, fast approaching noon. First Charge was walking away, after getting as little sleep as I did. I specifically requested he be my guide through the castle, just to piss him off.

I called back to him, "Come on, don't be so ornery, we're buddies after all right?"

"Oh shut up!" He continued on into the castle.

Carrot Top snickered, "So who else do you have ready to knock your lights out any second?"

"Nobody you haven't met. By the way, I'm concerned about Wanderlust."

She immediately got halfway to standing, looking worried. "Oh no, what happened? Sick? Had a seizure like the one you told everypony about?"

"No, worse. I think he has a thing for me."

She didn't blink, just sat very still for a second, "If you're pulling my leg, I'm going to kill you."

"Well, what am I supposed to think? The guy slipped into my bed last night. Uninvited I may add. Cuddled right up to me." I gave a little shiver, "Christ, maybe he was flirting with me yesterday night, I was joking to get a rise out of the guard showing us around, but... I hope he wasn't serious."

"I... um... well, just go with your heart?" I glared at her. "Well, what do you want me to say? Sort it out with him, I guess." She suddenly asked, "And what's Christ?"

"Oh, ha, yeah. That whole Christ thing, just a... don't worry about it. It's a non-Equestrian thing." I better watch my language, I'm no christian and I don't want to go explaining human religion to colorful pastel ponies.

I changed the subject (not very smoothly), "I was thinkin' of taking a jaunt through Canterlot, taking in the sights. If you can, want to come with?"

"Shouldn't you be asking your colt-friend?" I just turned around and started walking away. Even as she lost her straight face and started laughing. "No hey! Wait up, I... just," She tried to talk through her laughter more, "couldn't resist!"

...

I took off the shades, "So how do you think these look on me?"

"I think you look like a dork," She looked over them more, "And I'm only putting it so lightly to be nice."

"Well that's just, like, your opinion." I looked at the poor blue colored and dark yellow-orange maned stallion I've been tormenting with stupid questions for thirty minutes or more. Stupid and personal questions. "So if I were looking for hot griffin dudes, what sunglasses would you recommend?" He look horrified. "Or hot griffin chicks, I'm not picky." Ha, the word 'chicks' fits the situation well, if I do say so myself. That didn't help much.

He stuttered out, "I would say... um," He gulped, and said quietly to Carrot Top, "help."

"Well, you're not doing much for me here buddy, how about these?" I placed another pair of sunglasses on.

Carrot Top mock gagged, "You have got to be joking, reflective orange lenses? That's just wrong."

"Well then, what do you suggest thine orange opinion machine?"

She pointed a hoof at a pair that looked awfully familiar, "How about these? You did say price isn't a question right?"

"Well, the price isn't a question I care about, what the castle says about the bill is another matter." I looked over the aviator style sunglasses more carefully, "Yeah, I really like them. I kind of knew that thirty minutes ago considering it's the first pair we looked over." I looked at the poor blue guy, "I'll take em, just put it on Celestia's tab." I showed the badge from the newly purchased not threadbare satchel I bought, with a book about wing power and flight inside that I bought (I will so learn to fly) earlier.

Carrot Top looked me over, "Yeah, still definitely look like a dork, but at least they aren't as stupid as the ones with the orange lenses." We walked out of the front door of the store after the blue guy wrote down the price as a bill to be sent castle-ward. It was nearing one thirty in the afternoon of our wanderings. I wanted to check in on Wanderlust and Ditzy Doo, but not empty handed, clawed, whatever.

"So Carrot Top, what does everypony enjoy?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"Absolutely not."

"Okay then... Carrots?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Then... carriage rides under the beautiful night sky?"

"No... well for the most part yeah, but not the answer I was looking for."

"The same thing, but with Wanderlust, and you are the one enjoying it."

I glared at her evilly, "You bring that up one more time..."

"Fine, I give up, what is the one thing?"

"What else but food! And more specific, baked goods!" We continued onwards, down the wide roads, creatures of every kind parading down the same golden streets as us. Donkeys, mules, ponies, all equestrian in nature. The sun was pleasantly warm and shining down upon the thoroughfares and alleys, shops shined with windows displaying magical instruments and objects, telescopes and astrological devices, apparel designed for ponies, and many other things. We found our way to where restaurants and food services were more common, and passed bakeries and pastry shops.

I pointed to a nice little coffee shop advertising freshly made doughnuts, it had little pomp and show compared to many of the stores around it. "Pony Joe's sounds promising, how about it?"

"I don't mind either way, this was your idea after all." She suddenly looked concerned. "So how are we going to carry two dozen doughnuts? This would be a great time for a unicorn."

Ten minutes later Carrot Top had a lot more to say on the matter, "Do you expect me to carry these on my back the whole way there? Just fly and hold it in your talons! You have them for a reason."

"I am not flying anywhere."

"Well why not? Just hover, you don't need to go far up."

"Well, I need to work on my flying skills."

Carrot Top glared at me, "Then now is a great time to practice, get your behind in the air."

"I won't fly for ya." I unfolded my wings, "I might try but I won't make any guarantees."

"Won't make any..." she stopped where she stood, "are you trying to say you can't fly?"

"No, I'm saying I never tried."

We continued on towards the castle, heading through the twisty packed streets, until we reached the great big gate of gold, set on white stone walls, marble statues with magically shifted veins of color throughout. My good friend First Charge arrived after five minutes of being retrieved, only after I specifically requested he be the one to escort us around the massive palace. We asked to be taken to Ditzy Doo, I wanted to see how she was doing, after all I had one pony almost have a breakdown on me just that morning. I would have to talk to Wanderlust about the sleeping arrangements too, a conversation I know I will loathe having.

We approached the door to what was apparently Ditzy and Carrot Tops room, I felt the need to speak, "Let's be clear here, neither of you unexpectedly slip into the others bed in the middle of the night right?"

Carrot Top looked annoyed, "Who do you think I am, you? Just because I'm in the same room as another pony of the same gender I don't flat out fall in love with them."

"Hey, I told you before, he has a thing for me not the other way around." I paused, "Well, I think he has a thing for me."

"Hm, wishful thinking, that is. Just to let you know Twilight left a few hours ago for Ponyville." She opened the door.

"A voice filled with happiness burst from the room, It was Ditzy, "Hey there Carrot, guess who's here!"

Wanderlust was looking out one of the windows at the sky, Carrot Top answered back just as happily, "Is it Wanderlust?"

"How did you know?!"

I grumbled from behind her, "Lucky guess I'm sure." Or maybe because he was right there.

Carrot Top ignored me, "We stopped by a nice little coffee shop, got some doughnuts." I noted that it was my idea to the room.

Wanderlust looked confused, "We are in the lap of luxury, great palace of a goddess, and you go out of your way to a small coffee shop for some homemade, local pastries instead of something prepared for only the greatest and most sophisticated pallets of all the land?" Carrot Top and I slowly nodded our heads before glancing at each other. Wanderlust suddenly broke into a smile, "I like how you two think!" We placed the two boxes, each holding a baker's dozen of mixed pastries, he ripped the first box open. "Oh yeah, pink flavored!"

I nabbed a glazed cruller out of the box, "Pink flavored huh?" He nodded his head, mouth full and covered in pink frosting and sprinkles from the hectic eating habits I am glad to say I don't have. "You don't mean strawberry?"

He swallowed, "Strawberry? Huh, I guess it does taste like strawberry. I always called it pink flavored." He gave the best pony shrug he could.

Carrot Top pointed at me, "So, do those sunglasses make him look like a dork or what?"

They both nodded, Ditzy saying, "At least they don't have those dumb looking orange lenses."

"Trust me, I had to talk him out of a pair like that." I glared at them.

I threw my half eaten cruller at Carrot Top, "I thought they looked cool!"

Wanderlust tossed his more than half eaten 'pink flavored' doughnut at me, "Don't waste good food you goofy bird!" He knocked a chocolate frosted doughnut off the table, it hit me square on the beak, ringing around it and sitting there. I opened my mouth in a growl, causing the bottom half of the pastry to fall off, giving me a chocolate mustache. "Well howdy there sheriff, when did you get here?"

I took the remaining half off of my beak, "Yeah, yeah, nice shot." I looked at each of the ponies gathered around, "Anyway, what are everypony's plans for today?"

Carrot Top began speaking, "I was going to take a look at the jewelry stores, maybe check in to more girly places, get a new Canterlot dress. I figured I would save the girly stuff for when you weren't around. Your welcome." I started to open my beak, "Unless you need a wedding gown, after all, Wanderlu-"

I interrupted, "Oh ha ha, whatever. That joke is getting awful old."

Wanderlust moved up next to me while I was staring daggers at Carrot, "Let him propose first, after all, he wouldn't want me to know before giving the ring."

Ditzy Doo's eyes looked at both of us, "Aaaaaw, aren't they cute together?"

I started towards the door, "Alright, I'm out. I don't need this." The door swung open, "First Charge, I need you down here now!" I yelled into the empty hallway. I walked back into the room, "He should be here any minute."

"I didn't mean it!" Ditzy's eyes crossed in confusion at my actions.

"I know you were joking-"

"I wasn't joking, you two are cute together."

"Well I know you didn't mean anything by it." I sighed, "I have to sort myself out, after all, things have been moving awful fast around me lately. I'm in a palace of a being strong enough to move the sun, and talking to four legged, multi-hued ponies, and let me tell you it's all very strange."

Carrot Top gave me a questioning glare, "Ponies are everywhere, how strange can it be? I still think you aren't telling me everything." The box of doughnuts on the table behind Carrot Top began to slide on its own. "Now I swear you will tell me everything I want to know or so help me-" The box of suddenly flew through the air, hitting Carrot with a light thump. She suddenly screamed and whipped around. "What was that?"

I was puzzled, "I don't know the box just seemed to... well..."

Wanderlust walked over to the box, and scattering of pastries on the floor. "It seemed to move all on its own."

Carrot Top looked shaken up, "I got to go talk to somepony about this, what the hay was that?"

I shrugged, "I'm no Unicorn, magic's beyond me."

Ditzy Doo was poking the box on the floor, even as a knock on the door announced that a certain somepony was here. I opened the door, "First Charge, take me outta here!" The Unicorn mare in front of me looked puzzled.

"I'm here on a call that somepony shrieked and loud yelling was heard in the hallway. What's going on in here?"

Carrot Top looked relieved, "I was just going to call for a magic technician, that box just hit me upside the head, I want somepony to check the room for botched enchantments or... well anything. Scared the living daylights out of me."

The Unicorn mare nodded, "I will get a magic technician in shortly, and you want somepony named First Charge?"

"Yes ma'am, guard Pegasus I first met here. If he swears when you say the name Radner, it's the right guy."

Authors notes: 6k words, not bad. I officially missed seeing an Abba tribute band and am super disappointed. I will be moving the plot along faster. I will be visiting my brother soon, which rocks. He may be an ass but I miss the guy, and he wouldn't admit it but he misses me too. This chapter was alright, not perfect but passable. So yeah plot. Clockwerk is still a part of the story but we might not see him for a while. I've been busy being 80's as hell, listening to Oingo Boingo, getting my Johnny Cash on, but otherwise not much has been happening.

If anybody who reads this has suggestions for role playing systems I wouldn't mind hearing it, I am used to fourth edition GURPS and Dungeons and Dragons third edition but not much else. (by not much else I mean nothing else, other than glancing at DnD 4th edition.)

I've been looking at chapter one and two more, and it is a crying shame that I made them so poorly.

HUGE EDIT: Holy fuck I'm so sorry to anyone who read chapters three and four before now, I didn't know that deleted all my page breaks, when I put three asterisks in a row it would make a neat-o line that only showed in the actual files, and for the gorgeous reviewer who pointed it out to me thank you! I can't believe it killed all my god damn page breaks. It is now fixed.